Chapter 1
The chitauri were back and hungry for revenge.
Stephen ran towards the front lines, wiping the sweat off his brow and threw out a shield just in time to deflect a blast from the tips of the weird spear thingys one of the troops were holding. How many troops did they bloody have?
After hours of relentless fighting, the chitauri began to realise they were on the losing end and retreated. Stephen saw out of the corner of his eye one of its leaders run into a nearby abandoned building
He followed it in pursuit and sprinted into the building.
When he arrived at the doorway however, the chitauri leader was nowhere to be seen. He cautiously made his way up the stairs and was halfway up the stairs when he heard a soft thud at the bottom of the steps
He turns around and all he catches is the wicked grin plastered on the creatures face before he is struck in his left side, leaving a large gaping wound
Stephen stared, dumbstruck before a tidal wave of pain hit him. He clutched at his injured side and collapsed, falling down the flight of stairs which intensified the pain tenfold.
He weakly pushed himself off the ground and stood with his right shoulder against the wall. He glared at the leader in defiance and conjured a glowing sword in his right hand.
They battled for a few moments but the leader overpowered him, leaving him cornered. It was a bit of an unfair fight, he thought to himself.
His heart hammered against his chest as he stared at the chitauri, strutting towards him with an air of accomplishment. He placed his boot against Stephens chest and pushed down hard. Stephen fell backwards to the ground.
He attempted to prop himself up with his arms but the leader grabbed a tuft of his hair and shoved his head against the cold floor.
In the distance, Stephen could hear someone call his name.
The leader heard this too, and cast a glance at the doorway. Tony stood there, mouth agape in shock and helmet retracted back. The leader smiled and pointed the tip of his spear at Tony
Stephen launched himself at the creature without a moments hesitation. This caused the blast to miss it's target and hit the wall instead.
The leader growled in frustration and shoved Stephen off of him. He stood up and looked down at stephen with the spear held high above his head and was about to impale him when there was a bright flash of light and suddenly a gaping hole appeared in the leaders chest.
The creature was dead before it's body touched the ground.
Stephen whispered a spell to help stem the blood flowing rapidly from his wound, already staining the ground around him a dark crimson.
In his peripheral vision, he saw a blur of red and gold approach him.
"Oh my god Strange are you okay?" Tony gasped as he fell to his knees next to Stephen. "What do I do? Strange?"
Stephen is awoken from his daze and realised that he probably lost a lot of blood during the scuffle.
He looked up at Tony, watching his face slipped in and out of view. It was as if the room was spinning.
He used the wall to pull himself upright and whispered out a "I'm fine go help the others" Tony gave him a disbelieving look as Stephen staggered a few steps forward before collapsing.
Tony grabbed him just before he hit the ground. "Holy shit strange!"
Stephen could barely see the panic in the other's eyes before he succumbed to the darkness beginning to envelope him.